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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4916346" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Operation Bravo: Part 1 – Gas n' Sip</strong></p><p></p><p>The remnants of a formerly vibrant company town were still to be found surrounding the core of what Hellbend had become. Derelict buildings, long abandoned and overrun by weeds and witch grass, dotted the roads leading up to town – Hunt Electrodynamics' legacy. </p><p></p><p>The town once supported an entire workforce of nearly 4,000 people – and they left their dwellings behind. Most had fallen into near-complete ruin; windows long ago shattered, paint peeled off, decks collapsed, foundations shifted. Some, however, were still lived in and some were even meticulously maintained. </p><p></p><p>Most of the eighty-two residents of Hellbend lived near the center of town or within a few blocks of Main and State streets. Others however lived a bit off the beaten path – further out in the desert. The only business worth mentioning was the Gas n’ Sip – the local gas station/video store/ supermarket/post office on the corner of Main and State. Nearly every piece of mail came or went through the Gas n’ Sip and nearly everyone who stopped in Hellbend did so for one of two things – gas or directions.</p><p></p><p>The Gas n’ Sip was a two-story rickety looking building with a gable roof that sat on the corner of Main and State streets, dead-center in Hellbend. It was adorned with aging Coke signs, ancient ads for Brylcreem and other less memorable products long since washed out by the relentless sun. There were two old gas pump placed dead center on a simple concrete block out front.</p><p></p><p>"Jarvis?" asked Androzy, striding ahead of the agents. "Some men here to see you. This is Agents Grange and Baxter."</p><p></p><p>Jarvis Greene, the current proprietor, lounged in a weather-beaten rattan chair in the shade of the roof. He was a young, sunburned hippy. </p><p></p><p>"Hey guys." Greene stood up. "You must be here about the murders."</p><p></p><p>"That's right," said Hammer. "What do you know about them?"</p><p></p><p>Greene sat back down. "I knew Clifford Potter—" began Greene.</p><p></p><p>"He discovered Potter's body at the ruins of the Hunt Electrodynamics plant outside of Hellbend," interjected Androzy.</p><p></p><p>Greene nodded. "I rented Potter the Bobcat Lifter for the afternoon. When Potter didn't return that evening with the equipment, I took my Jeep out to the site and found him. That's when I called the sheriff."</p><p></p><p>"Did you see much of Potter prior to his death?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Greene nodded again. "Yeah. He took to interviewing my grandfather, Montgomery Greene, about his experience in the Hunt Electrodynamics Plant. A few times, Potter taped his interview with Monty, and asked specific questions about Hunt and the plant, though what they were, I can’t recall."</p><p></p><p>"You said you rented the Bobcat to Potter. Is it still here?"</p><p></p><p>"Sure is," said Greene. "It's 'round back. Want to see it?"</p><p></p><p>"Please," said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Hammer grabbed his forensics kit from the car and Greene led them to the shade of a garage port. They smelled the Bobcat before they saw it.</p><p></p><p>"Only one in town," said Greene. The small, one-man, propane-powered vehicle was designed for light digging, lifting and plowing. "We rent it out for small local jobs."</p><p></p><p>"And Potter rented it for…?" asked Hammer. </p><p></p><p>"Once to dig his root cellar and the second time to poke around the old Hunt Plant." </p><p></p><p>"We returned it two days after Potter’s murder," said Androzy, a little defensively.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean circled the Bobcat. "This is good work, good work."</p><p></p><p>"Did you clean it?" asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Greene nodded. "I tried, but it's…well, you can smell it."</p><p></p><p>"Mind if we take a look at it?"</p><p></p><p>"Be my guest." Greene seemed interested in very little. He wandered back to his seat at the front of the station.</p><p></p><p>"So Cletus…"</p><p></p><p>"Lucas," corrected Androzy.</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, right. You think we could cordon off this area?" asked Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>"Oh sure. You think someone might uh…contaminate the crime scene?"</p><p></p><p>"We can't be too careful," said Jim-Bean. He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "You know how it is, what with snooping locals and all." </p><p></p><p>Androzy nodded. "Sure, sure. I'll check with Jarvis to see if he has anything we can use." He jogged off after Greene.</p><p></p><p>Hammer just shook his head. "You're too much."</p><p></p><p>"Everything he knows about forensics he probably learned from CSI," said Jim-Bean with a smirk. "How bad is it?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer got up from his crouch. "The sheriff's department royally screwed the pooch on this one. But I can tell you one thing: this isn't the murder weapon."</p><p></p><p>"What, you don't think Potter stood still while this thing trundled along at…"</p><p></p><p>"Five miles per hour."</p><p></p><p>"…Five miles per hour and let it slowly tear him in half?"</p><p></p><p>"It's possible, if he was tied up or something. But see this?" Hammer pointed at a splash of red liquid on the side of the vehicle. "The blood's not on the digging blade. Potter would have had to be struck by the vehicle on the side. The only truly dangerous portion of the vehicle is the blade." The blade was untouched.</p><p></p><p>"What's that smell, anyway?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer used a sampling tool to scrape off some of the effluvia on the side of the vehicle. He plugged the little wand into his cistron. "That's what I thought."</p><p></p><p>"What?"</p><p></p><p>"There are several distinct layers to the stuff on the Bobcat. As if something applied several layers of biological material on the vehicle. There's ammonia in it." </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean peered at Hammer. "Are you saying someone—or something—pissed on this Bobcat?"</p><p></p><p>"I don't know. Why don't you investigate this yourself."</p><p></p><p>"Hey, I'm not the expert…"</p><p></p><p>Hammer emphasized his point. "I mean YOUR way of investigating it."</p><p></p><p>"Oh, right." Jim-Bean sat in the driver's seat and, relaxing and closing his eyes, concentrated. He tried to block out the stink of the Bobcat and the relentless California heat.</p><p></p><p>The vision hit him hard. It wasn't visual at all. There was screeching, a screeching like an animal he had never heard of before. And there was more than one.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean flinched as the sound was right in his ear. He stumbled out of the driver's seat with a yelp.</p><p></p><p>Hammer came up from underneath the Bobcat. "What happened?'</p><p></p><p>"I don't know…I..."</p><p></p><p>"Did you see something?"</p><p></p><p>"Heard something," said Jim-Bean. "Heard multiple somethings. Big and pissed off things, but it's hard to explain what they sounded like. If I couldn't see them I don't think Potter did either. They caught him by surprise."</p><p></p><p>"Not those dogs again…"</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean sighed. "Seriously? You're going to question me about how this works? I was right about those dogs, remember?"</p><p></p><p>Hammer held up a single, odd, feather-like scale. "If you're right, then I'm guessing this belongs to one of them."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4916346, member: 3285"] [b]Operation Bravo: Part 1 – Gas n' Sip[/b] The remnants of a formerly vibrant company town were still to be found surrounding the core of what Hellbend had become. Derelict buildings, long abandoned and overrun by weeds and witch grass, dotted the roads leading up to town – Hunt Electrodynamics' legacy. The town once supported an entire workforce of nearly 4,000 people – and they left their dwellings behind. Most had fallen into near-complete ruin; windows long ago shattered, paint peeled off, decks collapsed, foundations shifted. Some, however, were still lived in and some were even meticulously maintained. Most of the eighty-two residents of Hellbend lived near the center of town or within a few blocks of Main and State streets. Others however lived a bit off the beaten path – further out in the desert. The only business worth mentioning was the Gas n’ Sip – the local gas station/video store/ supermarket/post office on the corner of Main and State. Nearly every piece of mail came or went through the Gas n’ Sip and nearly everyone who stopped in Hellbend did so for one of two things – gas or directions. The Gas n’ Sip was a two-story rickety looking building with a gable roof that sat on the corner of Main and State streets, dead-center in Hellbend. It was adorned with aging Coke signs, ancient ads for Brylcreem and other less memorable products long since washed out by the relentless sun. There were two old gas pump placed dead center on a simple concrete block out front. "Jarvis?" asked Androzy, striding ahead of the agents. "Some men here to see you. This is Agents Grange and Baxter." Jarvis Greene, the current proprietor, lounged in a weather-beaten rattan chair in the shade of the roof. He was a young, sunburned hippy. "Hey guys." Greene stood up. "You must be here about the murders." "That's right," said Hammer. "What do you know about them?" Greene sat back down. "I knew Clifford Potter—" began Greene. "He discovered Potter's body at the ruins of the Hunt Electrodynamics plant outside of Hellbend," interjected Androzy. Greene nodded. "I rented Potter the Bobcat Lifter for the afternoon. When Potter didn't return that evening with the equipment, I took my Jeep out to the site and found him. That's when I called the sheriff." "Did you see much of Potter prior to his death?" asked Hammer. Greene nodded again. "Yeah. He took to interviewing my grandfather, Montgomery Greene, about his experience in the Hunt Electrodynamics Plant. A few times, Potter taped his interview with Monty, and asked specific questions about Hunt and the plant, though what they were, I can’t recall." "You said you rented the Bobcat to Potter. Is it still here?" "Sure is," said Greene. "It's 'round back. Want to see it?" "Please," said Hammer. Hammer grabbed his forensics kit from the car and Greene led them to the shade of a garage port. They smelled the Bobcat before they saw it. "Only one in town," said Greene. The small, one-man, propane-powered vehicle was designed for light digging, lifting and plowing. "We rent it out for small local jobs." "And Potter rented it for…?" asked Hammer. "Once to dig his root cellar and the second time to poke around the old Hunt Plant." "We returned it two days after Potter’s murder," said Androzy, a little defensively. Jim-Bean circled the Bobcat. "This is good work, good work." "Did you clean it?" asked Hammer. Greene nodded. "I tried, but it's…well, you can smell it." "Mind if we take a look at it?" "Be my guest." Greene seemed interested in very little. He wandered back to his seat at the front of the station. "So Cletus…" "Lucas," corrected Androzy. "Yeah, right. You think we could cordon off this area?" asked Jim-Bean. "Oh sure. You think someone might uh…contaminate the crime scene?" "We can't be too careful," said Jim-Bean. He rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. "You know how it is, what with snooping locals and all." Androzy nodded. "Sure, sure. I'll check with Jarvis to see if he has anything we can use." He jogged off after Greene. Hammer just shook his head. "You're too much." "Everything he knows about forensics he probably learned from CSI," said Jim-Bean with a smirk. "How bad is it?" Hammer got up from his crouch. "The sheriff's department royally screwed the pooch on this one. But I can tell you one thing: this isn't the murder weapon." "What, you don't think Potter stood still while this thing trundled along at…" "Five miles per hour." "…Five miles per hour and let it slowly tear him in half?" "It's possible, if he was tied up or something. But see this?" Hammer pointed at a splash of red liquid on the side of the vehicle. "The blood's not on the digging blade. Potter would have had to be struck by the vehicle on the side. The only truly dangerous portion of the vehicle is the blade." The blade was untouched. "What's that smell, anyway?" Hammer used a sampling tool to scrape off some of the effluvia on the side of the vehicle. He plugged the little wand into his cistron. "That's what I thought." "What?" "There are several distinct layers to the stuff on the Bobcat. As if something applied several layers of biological material on the vehicle. There's ammonia in it." Jim-Bean peered at Hammer. "Are you saying someone—or something—pissed on this Bobcat?" "I don't know. Why don't you investigate this yourself." "Hey, I'm not the expert…" Hammer emphasized his point. "I mean YOUR way of investigating it." "Oh, right." Jim-Bean sat in the driver's seat and, relaxing and closing his eyes, concentrated. He tried to block out the stink of the Bobcat and the relentless California heat. The vision hit him hard. It wasn't visual at all. There was screeching, a screeching like an animal he had never heard of before. And there was more than one. Jim-Bean flinched as the sound was right in his ear. He stumbled out of the driver's seat with a yelp. Hammer came up from underneath the Bobcat. "What happened?' "I don't know…I..." "Did you see something?" "Heard something," said Jim-Bean. "Heard multiple somethings. Big and pissed off things, but it's hard to explain what they sounded like. If I couldn't see them I don't think Potter did either. They caught him by surprise." "Not those dogs again…" Jim-Bean sighed. "Seriously? You're going to question me about how this works? I was right about those dogs, remember?" Hammer held up a single, odd, feather-like scale. "If you're right, then I'm guessing this belongs to one of them." [/QUOTE]
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